I have been pampered with Galician hot wine with orange, butter, cheese and rosemary cream, grilled smoked cheese with cranberry sauce (it’s a must that I should try this on my own again), mushroom soup with noodles, “Noble duck breast in forest mushrooms served with red cabbage and buckwheat”, Hot Apple pie with whipped cream and vanilla icecream and Cracovia-style cheesecake. All topped with dry Galician white wine.
The other night I have dreamed I was assigned to live on my own in a remote small medieval city in the hills. It was deserted and the snow covered abundantly the gardens, yards and cubic stone alleys. It smelled like the houses of my grandparents in Timisoara. I had an armchair and a pair of speakers, they were in white yellowish ivory-like plastic, like those huge antic piano-radio receivers, only smaller. The whole thing was beautiful, cold, silent and very very lonely. Then I woke up rested.
It’s one of those postings where I am not sure if I have done it before because I have been meaning to do it for too long now. And, surprise, it’s gonna have to actually wait for a later edit too.
Finally, LATER EDIT: back with me, and black, here they are, the Babushka phone case, the Jost leather bag and the baggy pants from Belleville.